sitting quaintly off to the side, at a table for two, the keys of a laptop placed underneath my fingertips. last night the Gods of Dumpstering, reached down from their heavens of hoarding, and a light shone. And lead me through the process of getting my numerous lights (flashlights and YES a headlamp.
three suitcases full of goods - including a computer tower, a ps2, and a laptop. Also, two winterjackets for yours truly,
my eyes are closing. i am going to start going home.
you will hear from me again. and nxt time - no censoring myself. it goes against what I entirely stand for,
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
the most asshole of them all...!
a couple points to make here, so I'll start:
1.) its 5am and I should be sleeping, but instead I found it necessary to be here, typing away my much-too-early morning about shiznit that you bitnatches more-than-likely (i'd say about 90%) do not care about. regardless, i will continue on. Because, I, for one, do care. Its my blog, therefore my vote counts for well... lets say.... about 357 votes. In conclusion, I win.
okay, i digress. (o how I love saying thee)
2.) blogs. blogs blogs blogs blongs bongs., err....
All you crazy folks out there love blogs. I love them, you love them. Hey, its alright to have some heavy feelings towards these little guys. Ask me after smoking a joint with me, what I think about the topic: blogs. And the chances are you are going to get a slightly lengthy rant, by yours truly, about the joys and wonders of said topic. (It just so happens that I have been feeling a tad on the political side these days, thus everybody gets to benefit from my newly learnt "stuff"). And I always dream to myself, "maybe it will be i that will oneday get a following of a dozen (o my..!) or so random folk." And because with my immaculate amount of time on my hands, I learn all sorts of wonderful debauchery. And then I feel that I need to tell everyone in listening-distance. But ahgh, frustration. Because there isn't enough time in the day that one can properly allocate to informing people about the cool and neat stuff that I just learnt.
...wait a minute. What about this blogging hogwash that I've been hearing about? Perhaps that may solve my dilemna. To ramble about stupid shit so that I don't have to waste my social experiences doing it. And at the very same time, tell that very same audience about my most favorite of all "stuff" discovered the previous week.
A single, slow clap begins from within the audience. As the clap begins to start heightening, a man in overalls steps forward from the crowd, as an individual. Every individual in the crowd was paying attention now, to this man, and they start to realize his identity. Its was the local sheriff, Travis, the cruel and most pissed-off of them all. A wave of shocked faces in every degree, flooded over the crowd, as they couldn't believe their eyes; this renowned asshole showed an emotion, and a heartwarming one at that! Sheriff Travis' actions influenced a chain reaction of awesome. Suddenly, one by one, the clapping was joined by the crowd. Almost 'skeptical' in its first few moments, the momentum it gained made anyone forget that there was even any doubts to begin with. And soon the whole room was lit up - it reminded me of striking a match, but ridiculously slowly. The feeling that resulted from the experience of that thunderous clapping phenomenon, could only ever be imitated and never fully replicated. I managed an awkward curtsy and shuffled out of the crowd's view. Exit stage left.
^^^^ that message is a rant brought to you by The Good Lungs Of Ceej. In association with Damn Good Bong Rips. A ceejtank original.
1.) its 5am and I should be sleeping, but instead I found it necessary to be here, typing away my much-too-early morning about shiznit that you bitnatches more-than-likely (i'd say about 90%) do not care about. regardless, i will continue on. Because, I, for one, do care. Its my blog, therefore my vote counts for well... lets say.... about 357 votes. In conclusion, I win.
okay, i digress. (o how I love saying thee)
2.) blogs. blogs blogs blogs blongs bongs., err....
All you crazy folks out there love blogs. I love them, you love them. Hey, its alright to have some heavy feelings towards these little guys. Ask me after smoking a joint with me, what I think about the topic: blogs. And the chances are you are going to get a slightly lengthy rant, by yours truly, about the joys and wonders of said topic. (It just so happens that I have been feeling a tad on the political side these days, thus everybody gets to benefit from my newly learnt "stuff"). And I always dream to myself, "maybe it will be i that will oneday get a following of a dozen (o my..!) or so random folk." And because with my immaculate amount of time on my hands, I learn all sorts of wonderful debauchery. And then I feel that I need to tell everyone in listening-distance. But ahgh, frustration. Because there isn't enough time in the day that one can properly allocate to informing people about the cool and neat stuff that I just learnt.
...wait a minute. What about this blogging hogwash that I've been hearing about? Perhaps that may solve my dilemna. To ramble about stupid shit so that I don't have to waste my social experiences doing it. And at the very same time, tell that very same audience about my most favorite of all "stuff" discovered the previous week.
A single, slow clap begins from within the audience. As the clap begins to start heightening, a man in overalls steps forward from the crowd, as an individual. Every individual in the crowd was paying attention now, to this man, and they start to realize his identity. Its was the local sheriff, Travis, the cruel and most pissed-off of them all. A wave of shocked faces in every degree, flooded over the crowd, as they couldn't believe their eyes; this renowned asshole showed an emotion, and a heartwarming one at that! Sheriff Travis' actions influenced a chain reaction of awesome. Suddenly, one by one, the clapping was joined by the crowd. Almost 'skeptical' in its first few moments, the momentum it gained made anyone forget that there was even any doubts to begin with. And soon the whole room was lit up - it reminded me of striking a match, but ridiculously slowly. The feeling that resulted from the experience of that thunderous clapping phenomenon, could only ever be imitated and never fully replicated. I managed an awkward curtsy and shuffled out of the crowd's view. Exit stage left.
^^^^ that message is a rant brought to you by The Good Lungs Of Ceej. In association with Damn Good Bong Rips. A ceejtank original.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
si senor
still apartment hunting. the last one I saw, was in response to a roommate ad posted on kijiji.ca. Stated it was a 2 bedroom, yet he had his mattress in the living room, with the only bedroom for rent. Scummy little place - which is too bad. Wish I took that first place I saw.. well... i tried to. But it had just been scooped up ahead of me.
And more bad luck followed with this bachelor suite that I fell in love with on Stradbrook. Fell in love with its mere $397/month rent, too. Again, shattered. Sigh. Broken heart and apartmentless.
The hunt continues. Wish me el lucko, compadres.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
i dont want to leave but it feels like that is all I can do to relieve any tension from the situation.
where do i go? I have no clue.
where do i go? I have no clue.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
its a cheese off
Click on the link
http://cheeseorfont.mogrify.org/
and basically it brings you to a little game. Called "Is it a cheese or is it a Font???"
Nessa, I dedicate this... to you, dear cousin.
http://cheeseorfont.mogrify.org/
and basically it brings you to a little game. Called "Is it a cheese or is it a Font???"
Nessa, I dedicate this... to you, dear cousin.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
wheres my syrup..?
Introducing... the slightly new and kinda-sorta-improooooved... Ceej!
So I have spent the past two weeks (while really buckling down this past week), on trying to be healthy. Which includes eating right, keeping my sleep pattern in check (check check. testing one, two), and stuffing my face with food - which, in turn, puts weight on me.
Which is what I want.
Sorry to all those who have the opposite issue - this isn't meant to mock or be an insult. But sometimes I just gotta try harder to put on weight. No, it doesnt mean I do drugs or that I don't eat. More-so, that I don't eat enough.
But thanks to "Stuff-My-Face Week!", I have that issue a lot less.
Give it a shot sometime, if you find yourself in the same situation.
By the way, the outcome is awesome. I look and feel great! Hah, and not to mention, I am completely ad-worthy. Except minus the advertising of products. Unless it is the non-name rip off of eggo waffles. ...Its about time they start advertising.
So I have spent the past two weeks (while really buckling down this past week), on trying to be healthy. Which includes eating right, keeping my sleep pattern in check (check check. testing one, two), and stuffing my face with food - which, in turn, puts weight on me.
Which is what I want.
Sorry to all those who have the opposite issue - this isn't meant to mock or be an insult. But sometimes I just gotta try harder to put on weight. No, it doesnt mean I do drugs or that I don't eat. More-so, that I don't eat enough.
But thanks to "Stuff-My-Face Week!", I have that issue a lot less.
Give it a shot sometime, if you find yourself in the same situation.
By the way, the outcome is awesome. I look and feel great! Hah, and not to mention, I am completely ad-worthy. Except minus the advertising of products. Unless it is the non-name rip off of eggo waffles. ...Its about time they start advertising.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
hangs head in shame
I know.
Okay, okay, I know. I'm back. It's true. With the final decision between here and tumblr being that I will keep both. I love both my children equally... one is just smarter and one is better looking.
Apartment hunting frenzy.
Thats what I am involved in. I cant find a place. I saw one yesterday. But by the time I got ahold of them today, it was already gone. Even the one for September. Blah. Seemed nice. Anyways, I am looking generally in this area, corydon, osborne, south osborne is definitely fine. Wolesley/West Broadway if I must. No Colony. No go.
Friday, May 07, 2010
chug chug chug chug
no, I am ashamed to admit it. but I will.
i don't even gain the slightly more superior status of some sort of Blog Whore.
nothing but a Blog Slut.
eagerly attach myself to the newest and best looking blog. easy, too. and cheap. Free works the best.
Nobody pays me, cuz whores are the ones who make money. They have a career. A "job". And with that, perhaps a shred of self-respect. Where-as, the "slut" mercilessly throws herself at the hottest things. At least groupies have preferences.
So this blog slut has just added one more notch to her keyboard.
And perhaps my personality will stumble on over to that little white box, with the potential of words like these.
but better!
And with more pizzazz! and Uoooommph! And hooplah. Always with the hooplah.
errr... uhh.... featuring CJ (redefined. free of any caffeine-free)
i don't even gain the slightly more superior status of some sort of Blog Whore.
nothing but a Blog Slut.
eagerly attach myself to the newest and best looking blog. easy, too. and cheap. Free works the best.
Nobody pays me, cuz whores are the ones who make money. They have a career. A "job". And with that, perhaps a shred of self-respect. Where-as, the "slut" mercilessly throws herself at the hottest things. At least groupies have preferences.
So this blog slut has just added one more notch to her keyboard.
And perhaps my personality will stumble on over to that little white box, with the potential of words like these.
but better!
And with more pizzazz! and Uoooommph! And hooplah. Always with the hooplah.
errr... uhh.... featuring CJ (redefined. free of any caffeine-free)
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
5mile radius
just got in from running down to kenaston and back.
sitting in the back of a car, with whom I thought to be two strangers. on the rainy ride coming back from our destination, I finally introduced myself. "Hey guys. Dont wanna be rude or nothing, but I'm CJ."
"Ya we know. You've been in our house."
Take a closer look at the small portion of the face that I see in the rearview mirror. Those are the eyes and the bridge of a nose of somebody I recognize. And his girlfriend in the passenger seat. Chris and Chelsea!
I havent seen those two in a very long time. And I only ever knew Chelsea as having very long braids in her hair (like almost down to her ass). The rest of the ride home we had a conversation about her finishing another year in art at the U of M, and almost being done school for good. And her big art installation that she had been starting to work on the last time I had seen her - a year and a half ago.
Just now Lauren showed me this blog She's 17 yrs old. And see's the world through the small square opening on her camara . I look at this and I will be honest - i get a little inspired. To take more pictures. To make more art. To see things all pretty-like, like how she does right away for her blog viewers and fans of her photographs. Awesome.
Motivation.
I went two weeks where I was actually practically distraught because I couldn't create. Nothing.
I couldn't color. I could ink some pencil drawings of mine (sometimes), but that was it. Oh woe is me... (*cries on any shoulder in 5m radius*)
I went to dollarama and stocked up on their awesome yet oh-so-inexpensive paint. Some new paintbrushes of the finer-tipped variety, and (wait for it...)..... chocolate. [surprise!]
Seeing all those nicer blogs has left me a little inspired to fancy up this bad boy.
But how....
I'll figure something out. Google will be my god and lead me down the righteous path of blog templates.
Take that jesus! And that, Moses! *fends off*
whew.
and after that workout, I think I need to find myself a new hobby. This fighting off biblical characters isn't the most convenient for me. And its very time consuming. You wouldn't believe how much they like to call a time-out to quote some nonsense. Dont ask.
I have been applying for work the past month. And FINALLY today the clouds broke and the sun shone (and by clouds broke i mean they actually didn't. and by sun shone i mean, i went to dollarama and they're florescent bulbs were too bright) and I received two requests for my work ethic.
Manpower (a placement agency) called this morning. It was a temporary position - about three weeks long. Full time for those three weeks. That wouldn't be bad. Three weeks of straight up making money? Sounded alright. I am borderline desperate at this point. Even attempted to apply at Tim Hortons (yes, mother, I finally settled), but alas, the website wouldnt let me get back step 3 on the online application, and I got sick of re-putting in all my info every time i tried once more.
This Manpower position, however, was in Inkster industrial park. A teeeeeeny bit too far. Hard to get to by bus. Even harder but teleporter. Most standard teleporters only go to the perimeters of industrial parks. It's a mystery why, however. Scientists are working round-the-clock to figure it out.
I turned it down.
I checked my email this evening (forgetting about Manpower ever even calling me about work..) and BAM! (ah!) an email! From fabutan of all places!
The owner of the pembina and grant location wants me to go in for an interview on thursday. I am super super super excited. That job WILL be mine.
Wish me luck.
Or superpowers.
I'll take either or.
sitting in the back of a car, with whom I thought to be two strangers. on the rainy ride coming back from our destination, I finally introduced myself. "Hey guys. Dont wanna be rude or nothing, but I'm CJ."
"Ya we know. You've been in our house."
Take a closer look at the small portion of the face that I see in the rearview mirror. Those are the eyes and the bridge of a nose of somebody I recognize. And his girlfriend in the passenger seat. Chris and Chelsea!
I havent seen those two in a very long time. And I only ever knew Chelsea as having very long braids in her hair (like almost down to her ass). The rest of the ride home we had a conversation about her finishing another year in art at the U of M, and almost being done school for good. And her big art installation that she had been starting to work on the last time I had seen her - a year and a half ago.
Just now Lauren showed me this blog She's 17 yrs old. And see's the world through the small square opening on her camara . I look at this and I will be honest - i get a little inspired. To take more pictures. To make more art. To see things all pretty-like, like how she does right away for her blog viewers and fans of her photographs. Awesome.
Motivation.
I went two weeks where I was actually practically distraught because I couldn't create. Nothing.
I couldn't color. I could ink some pencil drawings of mine (sometimes), but that was it. Oh woe is me... (*cries on any shoulder in 5m radius*)
I went to dollarama and stocked up on their awesome yet oh-so-inexpensive paint. Some new paintbrushes of the finer-tipped variety, and (wait for it...)..... chocolate. [surprise!]
Seeing all those nicer blogs has left me a little inspired to fancy up this bad boy.
But how....
I'll figure something out. Google will be my god and lead me down the righteous path of blog templates.
Take that jesus! And that, Moses! *fends off*
whew.
and after that workout, I think I need to find myself a new hobby. This fighting off biblical characters isn't the most convenient for me. And its very time consuming. You wouldn't believe how much they like to call a time-out to quote some nonsense. Dont ask.
I have been applying for work the past month. And FINALLY today the clouds broke and the sun shone (and by clouds broke i mean they actually didn't. and by sun shone i mean, i went to dollarama and they're florescent bulbs were too bright) and I received two requests for my work ethic.
Manpower (a placement agency) called this morning. It was a temporary position - about three weeks long. Full time for those three weeks. That wouldn't be bad. Three weeks of straight up making money? Sounded alright. I am borderline desperate at this point. Even attempted to apply at Tim Hortons (yes, mother, I finally settled), but alas, the website wouldnt let me get back step 3 on the online application, and I got sick of re-putting in all my info every time i tried once more.
This Manpower position, however, was in Inkster industrial park. A teeeeeeny bit too far. Hard to get to by bus. Even harder but teleporter. Most standard teleporters only go to the perimeters of industrial parks. It's a mystery why, however. Scientists are working round-the-clock to figure it out.
I turned it down.
I checked my email this evening (forgetting about Manpower ever even calling me about work..) and BAM! (ah!) an email! From fabutan of all places!
The owner of the pembina and grant location wants me to go in for an interview on thursday. I am super super super excited. That job WILL be mine.
Wish me luck.
Or superpowers.
I'll take either or.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
I am really starting to get excited about what I am making for my mom. She requested to buy some of my art. And then she bought me the supplies I'd need and a huge 38"x26" canvass, and then sent me the link of the photo that she wanted me to re-create on that canvass.
I know that she may be expecting one thing, but she'll get something that is much more than that. (eeeee!)
making art makes cj a happy cj.
lately my right wrist has been absolutely killing me. it hurts to draw, it hurts to exercise, and it hurts to turn door handles. and it is driving me crazy. contact juggling does a pretty awesome job of building up the muscles in my right hand, so I should practice that more often. (j'adore contact juggling)
the realization that it might be carpel tunnel makes cj a very sad cj. hope not.
phil is coming to hang out with me and we're getting slurpee's... of course. i'm hooked on those. its serious addiction of mine, and i'd be happy if no one intervened. (that means you)
oh and BY THE WAY, you'd be happy to hear (unless you are a tobacco company) that my implying i am quitting smoking.... is working! i had only one smoke the other day, altho i would hardly call it a smoke. i rolled it out of cigarette butts i had. (is the thought of that making you dry heave a little? the taste wasn't that much more satisfying either).
I have kind of bought a pack since then. I thought I'd let you dedicated readers know this... in case you got a little TOO proud of me.
I know that she may be expecting one thing, but she'll get something that is much more than that. (eeeee!)
making art makes cj a happy cj.
lately my right wrist has been absolutely killing me. it hurts to draw, it hurts to exercise, and it hurts to turn door handles. and it is driving me crazy. contact juggling does a pretty awesome job of building up the muscles in my right hand, so I should practice that more often. (j'adore contact juggling)
the realization that it might be carpel tunnel makes cj a very sad cj. hope not.
phil is coming to hang out with me and we're getting slurpee's... of course. i'm hooked on those. its serious addiction of mine, and i'd be happy if no one intervened. (that means you)
oh and BY THE WAY, you'd be happy to hear (unless you are a tobacco company) that my implying i am quitting smoking.... is working! i had only one smoke the other day, altho i would hardly call it a smoke. i rolled it out of cigarette butts i had. (is the thought of that making you dry heave a little? the taste wasn't that much more satisfying either).
I have kind of bought a pack since then. I thought I'd let you dedicated readers know this... in case you got a little TOO proud of me.
fedora's get me kessed.